Winter breeze suddenly arises heartfelt sprits
ecstasy from afar hypes oblivious children -
'tis unknowingly if wings from above comprehend such merits !
As our naked hands are draped in mittens
pretty ornaments are given complimented trees -
Reflection of joy will soon be compensated
Am i your secret santa soon to be ?
If not now; future endeavors is to be expected
Chanting bells whistling throughout nights
'tis just simple signs of such upcoming wonderland !
Blankets of snow obscures all green in sight
to grasp warmth together; we hold hands
tis this moment that is valued among all gifts
'Twas the white bearded fat man who remains a myth !
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My poetry(s)
PoesíaWelcome dear ones. Here lies my works of many poetry. Enjoy! " A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day " - Emily Dickinson
